P-C!!!! Hi!! We missed you!!!!
Could I possilby abuse punctuation more than that? I'm not even going to try.
Giles: Stop that, you two. Riley: He started it... Xander: He called me a bad name! I think
it was bad; it might have been Latin.
'Selfless'
Spike's Bitches 21 Gunn Salute
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
SailAweigh - Jan 08, 2005 9:27:52 pm PST #2213 of 10002
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Kate P. - Jan 08, 2005 9:32:20 pm PST #2214 of 10002
That's the pain / That cuts a straight line down through the heart / We call it love
Sunil!!! Yay! We've missed you very much.
edit: And I'm crashing, so off to bed I go. I'm glad to see you again!
Connie Neil - Jan 08, 2005 9:34:03 pm PST #2215 of 10002
brillig
{{{{{PC}}}}}!!!!!!
Ummm, sorry, those bits on the floor would be the stuffing which has just been hugged out of you. And I don't care if there was a sub-continent between you and the troubles, I kept having uneasy thoughts of "Maybe they decided to visit the shore."
Yay. He's home.
Lee - Jan 08, 2005 9:46:56 pm PST #2216 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Hi P-C!
meara - Jan 08, 2005 9:47:31 pm PST #2217 of 10002
Welcome back Polter-Cow!!!
I'm tired. And tipsy. And bitter. Goddamn. Why can't I just appreciate the fun I had tonight, and not think about the bitter-making-stuff? Hmph.
Cass - Jan 08, 2005 9:47:34 pm PST #2218 of 10002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
We should discuss, because I've lived your theory.We should. I would like that. Or loathe it at times, but it would be more than worth it.
I'll have to check out Great Write. I don't really go there.
Totally unbearable at times, Tep. Crawling out of my skin seems divine. And I was okay with the concept (of our divorce) for a while. It is just so palpable now -- with the last of the papers and him moving out of state in a couple of weeks. I am not just losing my husband because I lost him a while ago, but this person who knows me better than anyone and has seen every single facet of me without flinching, and loving me, for the last eight years. I'm not sure how to not be in each other's lives but I can't see how we can be either.
the idea of Negative Intimacy (and also, more applicable in my case, Neutral Intimacy). That deep knowledge of somebody can get flipped pretty quickly during a separation - crazy mirror world where the love becomes contempt and the trust is pain.'Splain more? Although I think I am just exhausted and my brain shut down. Can I ask you more about this tomorrow? You know, when I have a brain again and you haven't been up since 4. (Yes, it is only me not understanding but I am
and if I then don't feel bad about it, that's OK, right?More than okay connie... You don't need to feel bad about it at all.
P-C!!!!!!! Missed you! Welcome back!!!
Connie Neil - Jan 08, 2005 9:50:27 pm PST #2219 of 10002
brillig
this person who knows me better than anyone
I suppose it must be like trying to break a habit. You've got to relearn reactions and ways of doing things.
DavidS - Jan 08, 2005 9:52:06 pm PST #2220 of 10002
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Can I ask you more about this tomorrow?
That's fine. Unscrew the top of your head, put your brain in a jar full of brandy. It'll be waiting for you tomorrow. Rest your weary head, sweet Cass. Lay your weary head down in the Hive-lap, and we'll pet your hair and you can rest.
Pix - Jan 08, 2005 9:56:36 pm PST #2221 of 10002
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
PCPCPCPCPCPCPCPCPCPC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm so glad you're home!
ETA: You didn't bring a wife home, right?
Cass - Jan 08, 2005 9:59:10 pm PST #2222 of 10002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
That would be the theory. And the methadone isn't all that great for you either.
I wrote a short story about 15 years ago where the relationship/morphine metaphor was there. Crappy story but there were a few good passages. I should find it. God knows I could make them work now.
Random weirdness before I shut down for the night... Watched some edutainment show on crime the other day. Might have been the Masterminds series. And they had Arizona bank robbers. I spent the whole show waiting to see my exGF's dad on the tapes. This relates only in that he robbed many many banks to pay for a heroin habit before being caught and then dying soon after of lung cancer. He wasn't on the show, it was a gang from a few years earlier. But it was surreal to watch. And reminded me of a very strange time in my life.